Natural Epiphanies: A #TankaProse

I have seen the rippling leaves in a sudden wind. Heard the rush of a rain-swelled brook. Smelled the fresh smoke of a new fire. Touched the bark of a five-hundred-year-old oak. Tasted the mint leaves growing beside a wooded trail.

In all of them, Love is. The Love through which the universe cycles, and through which we live, move, and have our being.

All too often, I experience the awe of such encounters, only to forget and walk away, consumed again with my own concerns. Would that I held the lessons of the wilderness in my heart always.